My weird/wired thoughts

Sadly, I am still up at 3AM. This is not my choice, but because of the pain in my hands...the medicines I am on (there are many) make me wired. The insurance companies have decided that they will only cover 10 sleeping pills in 30 days because they are highly "addictive"...so, in effect you have to decide which 10 days you get to get sleep. Nice, huh? That's insurance companies for you.

The thing is, I am on two other "highly addictive" drugs, and they don't seem to care how many of those I take...

Okay, so I am sitting here thinking (I know I should stop it, but it's hard...)

One of my teeth had been bothering me for almost a year. I just got it taken care of recently. Part of the reason I just did this is because I am on state insurance and it was almost impossible to find a dentist that would take me as a patient. The other reason is, because I LOVE the dentist. I am not kidding. When I was a kid and my mom would tell me I was going to the dentist, I was estatic. I loved how it felt after you got out of the dentist's office, your teeth freshly polished...it was heady.

Well, that is the reason I put off going to get my painful tooth checked out. I knew that the dentist was going to HURT me. This person that I loved was going to do something painful and make my teeth hurt, possibly tell me that I needed a root canal or caps or a bridge or something equally as painful. My beautiful teeth. The dentist was going to hurt my feelings by telling me that my 33 year old teeth were damaged and that I needed to fix it...with pain.

Okay, so I finally get to the dentist. He tells me that there is a cavity in my back molar. That it is bad. That it can be saved, with a root canal or I can have it pulled. Well, no pain for me, pull it.

(Crap) Okay, tooth pulled, this is going to hurt...root canal....pulled....root canal....pulled. Okay pull the sucker, I have seen too many root canal's go bad. (New show on Fox...When Root Canals Go Bad...)

Then he asks me if I want him to clean my teeth...is the Pope Catholic? So, I am waiting for him to touch the sore tooth and I am all tensed up...never even comes near it. No scraping, no polishing...nothing! Sigh.

So, now I have to make an appointment with an oral surgeon. The dentist tells me which oral surgeon will take my insurance. I got home and called. Sure, Ms. Hayes we can see you...in a month. Meanwhile...there would be nothing left of my tooth because it is slowly falling out of my mouth...

So, I tell the receptionist that the reason I went to the dentist in the first place was because I was in pain and she said, OH...you are in PAIN? Well then, come and see us on Thursday. (This was Monday...)

Okay. I have no car. So, now I have to call Jon and tell him that I need Lisa to drive him to his management classes and then drive back to get me, then drive me to the dentist in Milwaukee, then come and get him later. ($400 in gas later...)

That won't work because his class and my appointment are only an hour apart in practically the same place and he only has a little Chevy truck and all three of us won't fit in it and it's stick and I can't drive it. Okay, new plan...maybe my dad can take me.

Sure, not a problem. I'll be by to pick you up on Thursday! (Lifesaver!)

Thursday comes around and I am a nervous wreck. I have eaten my way through the house....have slept for maybe an hour and KNOW I am going to be in excruciating pain.

Get there, fill out paperwork. Go in, get numb. Stings, but nothing a mother of three can't handle. Comes back in in 10 minutes and I am not numb enough. I can feel everything. Gives me a couple more shots...okay numb now....tongue, ear, side of face...can't keep saliva in my mouth...

Comes back after 10 minutes, opens my mouth and wiggles. I hear a pop. He says, "I'm done." Less that 20 seconds.

WHAT?!

That was it?? You are charging me for this? I am telling you...I had no pain. I waited to be NUMB longer than it took for him to pull it! I am not in any pain today. Except for not being able to swish, spit, or suck I am the same as I was two days ago...made myself sick about it. I was so tense that every muscle in my body hurt me later, but my jaw? My empty socket where I had let my tooth wither and die? My mouth?

Nothing. Nada. Not even like mild headache pain.

So, the irony of this?
I am sitting here at 3AM PISSED OFF that I am NOT in pain.

Sigh.

Sometimes I wonder that someone hasn't beat me with a stick yet in my life.